Chapter Ninety-Two: Ink Village in Summer

Following her gaze, she saw a person appear in the place where the meat ball had existed, and it was a person lying on the ground. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking at the costumes is the previous blood-clothed ancestor, just look up and you will be able to deny the previous opinion.

The man's disheveled gray hair was scattered on the ground, some of which covered his face.

The only remaining right hand was on his chest, and the skin on his hand was loose and covered with age spots, black as a thin chicken paw.

An old face was stained with blood, and the deep folds were filled with coagulated blood.

This is an old man who has been seriously injured. There is still the slightest appearance of the personable and turbid Shijia son before.

It is this extreme contrast between the front and back that makes the palace woman abnormal.

Standing there and taking a few breaths of cool air, the palace woman suppressed her ups and downs a little.

After hesitating for a while, he walked up to the blood-clothed ancestor who was like an old man in the middle of a candle.

Huang Long Dan was stuffed by her into his sunken mouth, this pill is amazing, it melts in the mouth, and there is no need to worry that he can't swallow it.

The severed arm also shrank, but there was no blood coming out, which was fine, but it saved the trouble of bandaging.

After this period of buffering, the horror in the heart of the palace girl has basically disappeared, and a sense of sadness for the dead rabbit and fox has risen in her heart.

Not long after this feeling arose, the woman in the palace costume who found that she could no longer help sat cross-legged on a thick tree trunk that fell to the ground and absorbed the medicinal power.

Up to now, the medicinal power of Huanglong Dan in the body has passed a lot.

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Lin Qiuyan, who was dressed in white, was running away, and had not fully recovered from the dizziness of teleportation, and after barely identifying the direction, she stepped on the blue spirit sword and flew into the distance.

Now she knew that the Stealth Charm was of no use to that person that day.

His divine sense is definitely not as strong as his, but he can still find the Blood-clothed Ancestor who used the same means.

Even if the quality of the talisman she used was better than his, she wasn't even sure if it could escape the search of that person's divine sense.

Since this is the case, it is better to fly away like this, and save yourself from using the stealth qi charm to slow down your speed.

A glimmering bead of lightning was in her hand, and she was ready to detonate the thundering bead as long as the man chased after her.

It was the only thing in her that posed a threat to the Primal Infant Monk.

The teleportation talisman array is gone, otherwise she will definitely deduct another teleportation talisman array in her hand, and when she finds that something is wrong, the thundering bead will be sacrificed outside, and then the teleportation talisman array will be activated, and she will immediately flee thousands of miles away.

This is the right thing to do when encountering the old monster, the kind of behavior that directly confronts him is something that only people with their brains can do.

The old man in Ge Yi sat cross-legged on the gourd, flying extremely fast in the air.

This time, there was a black disc-shaped object in front of him, made of unknown materials.

It was engraved with dense small scales, and in the middle there was a white pointer-like object the thickness of a finger, which turned slowly on it.

The old man in Ge Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and from time to time a seal formed a seal, hitting the plate-like object in front of him.

The black plate emits a black light, and after staring at it for a long time, the black light will still give people a mysterious feeling.

The old man in Ge Yi had been staring at the plate, to be precise, at the white pointer on it.

I don't know how long it was, but the white pointer that had been spinning around suddenly pointed in one direction and stopped moving.

The half-squinted eyes of the old man in Ge Yi suddenly opened, his eyes were bright and terrifying, and then he slapped the gourd under him with one hand, and the gourd immediately flew out in the direction pointed by the pointer, and the speed was very fast, and after crossing the sky, there was a commotion sound

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Mo Qing shuttled quickly through the forest with Fu in his arms, and the monkey's body technique of drilling into the forest was used by him to the extreme, coupled with the light body technique and his super physical strength, it can be said that running all the way can be described as galloping.

Two days and one night of sleepless running at high speed made him quickly leave the mountains and forests in the distance behind.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, he couldn't help but feel better.

The super physique gave him the strength that seemed to be exhausted, and the cultivation at the peak of the Qi refining period also made his mana enough to support the continuous use of the light body technique.

However, no matter how good his physique is, running at high speed for such a long time has made him extremely tired.

His clothes had long been soaked with sweat, wet and sticking to his body, and there were layers of white sweat stains on his cuffs and collar, and he didn't know how much sweat he had sweated during these years.

The sound of heavy wheezing sounded like a bellows as he ran at top speed, all of which indicated that he was very tired, but Mo Qing was unwilling to stop and rest.

Sadness and sadness are purely too much time, idle, if you are busy all day and don't even have the time to eat, you won't have that kind of mind again.

Physical exhaustion can alleviate mental pain, and mental wounds can be healed by extreme physical exhaustion.

Mo Qing enjoyed the moment when his mind went blank and he didn't think about anything after squeezing out the last bit of his strength.

It's a wonderful feeling, it's like everything is away from you, the sorrow and pain are not there, you're like an irrelevant spectator, a mindless spectator, quietly staring at yourself.

These are the things that I found when I was doing extreme physical training in Mocun before, and after a tiring and dying training, Mo Qing will find that he doesn't think about the old man anymore, not because he doesn't want to think about it, but because he doesn't have the energy to think about it.

Ever since he made this discovery, he has fallen in love with the method.

In just a few days of contact, Lin Qiuyan left a deep imprint on his heart. The silent parting seems to be free and easy, but only you know the taste.

In order to relieve the inexplicable boredom in his heart, he kept running in the mountains and forests, but his current physical strength is a little too good, and it takes a bit long to squeeze out his physical strength by this method alone.

But judging by his current form, it is clear that he has done it.

This method now kills two birds with one stone, one is to solve problems and relieve mental pain, and the other is to return to the long-lost home as soon as possible to see the dearest relatives.

After more than two months of parting, his longing suddenly became intense when he thought of going home.

It seemed that the lucky general, who would never be able to eat, was still holding a fruit that he didn't know where to find at this time, squatting on Mo Qing's shoulder, watching his master's strange movements.

Tilting his head and staring at Mo Qing's sweaty face as if thinking about something, after a while, he seemed to feel that he couldn't figure it out, so he ignored it, shook his little head, and then gnawed on the fruit in his hand.

As Mo Qing was tired, but still moving quickly, home was rapidly approaching him.

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In the summer, Mo Village is not too lively, although it is in the mountains, but the hot sun still makes the whole village listless.

Except for the necessary labor, no one is in much of the mood to spend much time in the sun.

Uncle Moyun's big dog, who still hadn't grown his fur, was lying in the shade of the willow tree in front of the door, sticking out his red tongue, and the cicadas on the willow tree were also crying without a sound.

But on such days, there is also a lively place, and that is the small river behind the village.

The summer river will always be a paradise for children, as long as it is hot, they can soak in the water all day long.

There seems to be a never-ending game in the water.

Take a breath, squat down, bury your whole body in the water, and then a few people touch in the water to guess who the arrested person is.

Standing on the high shore to the left of the puddle, with his back to the puddle behind him, pinching his nose with one hand, he took a sharp breath, kicked his feet on the shore, and smashed straight into the puddle behind him.

This kind of game is called 'throwing melons,' perhaps because they think that the appearance of a person falling into the water and splashing the water is very similar to the appearance of a vegetable melon being thrown into pieces, so it has a name like this.

Sometimes two people blushed because of some trivial matter, so they grabbed two handfuls of mud on the edge of the puddle and smashed each other apart.

Sometimes when the hand is off, a handful of mud will be pasted on the face of the side howling to see the excitement.

Wiped the mud off his face with his hands and muttered in his mouth, and the people who had suffered the unjustified disaster immediately joined the warband.

A war caused by two people in the first place usually involves everyone.

In the end, no one forgot the cause of the incident, and just screamed and threw a handful of mud at the people around them.

A few years ago, Mo Qing also tossed in it, but the black dogs who used to play with him have grown up, and sometimes although they want to join the ocean of laughter, but looking at their already big body, they have to dispel this idea.

Uncle Molun didn't go out, it was too hot, and it was broken if he couldn't get the prey in town.

Besides, now that the life at home can go by, don't do too much killing.

Although it was a little funny to say it from the mouth of a man who lived by hunting, he really did just that.

Huang Laoxie was also there, and the two of them sat in the shade of the courtyard trees, talking with each other.

On the small table in front of them were two small plates of simple side dishes, and in front of the two of them were two black porcelain bowls that were not too big.

You don't need to look at it to know that it must be filled with wine.

On this hot day, the two of them were not panicked, and they drank happily one by one.

"Take two sips! ”

Aunt Li wiped her hands on the apron around her waist and came out of the kitchen, and when she saw Uncle Molun and Huang Laoxie still drinking there, she said out loud.

Hearing Aunt Li's words, the two couldn't help but glance at each other, and then laughed "haha", and poured the remaining half of the bowl of wine into their stomachs at once.

Aunt Li on the side rolled her eyes at Uncle Molun several times angrily.